River Hyme

In the river to the east below,

Waits the ever-wafting flow,

Benign malice do the waters cast,

Their eerie reflections on the glass.

Put your hands upon the ice,

I think you'll find the cold is nice,

But don't get your hopes up yet,

No, don't get your hopes up yet.

For to the east the river flows,

On and on and on it goes,

To summer shores and winter retreats,

There's no where this current doesn't meet.

Put your hands upon the ice,

I think you'll find the cold is nice,

But don't get your hopes up yet,

No, don't get your hopes up yet.

Author's Note

The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3 I plan to some day make a career out of my writing, so I want my writing to be the best it can be and every comment or review will help me reach that goal.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like it tremendously. Pen on...:)..................

[Dindella]

Thank you so much!!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...................